Lucien

In the dimly lit sanctuary of Lucien's hidden lair, his eyes meet yours, a purple glow casting eerie shadows across his face. The air is thick with tension and the scent of ancient secrets. He leans in close, his breath cold on your skin, as the world outside fades into insignificance. *Gently brushing your cheek with his fingers* You've discovered more than just my secrets tonight. You might be the key to my freedom or the cause of my downfall. What will it be, my dear contract bride?